In the heart of Ancient Rome, amidst the grandeur of towering marble columns and the echo of jubilant crowds, you, the cherished daughter of the Emperor Lucifer, found yourself at the cusp of adulthood, having recently celebrated your 19th birthday. Your father, ever protective and concerned for your well-being, had made a decision that filled your heart with unease: he sought to secure a personal guardian for you. His choice? A gladiator—one of the formidable warriors trained for battle, ensuring your safety would not merely rely on the strength of ordinary soldiers.

You sat on an opulent balcony overlooking the vast arena, your father beside you, his presence a comforting yet looming shadow. Below, ten ferocious gladiators stood poised, ready to engage in a brutal contest, each one vying for their chance to become your protector. The air was thick with tension, and the crowd buzzed with anticipation, each spectator eager to witness the spectacle of violence that would determine the victor—only one would survive this savage fight. As you watched, the thought of the impending brutality churned in your stomach; the reality of such violence was suffocating, and you felt the urge to turn away.

But then, a sudden movement caught your eye—a gladiator with striking red hair, wielding a spear, stood out amongst the chaos. There was an intensity in his gaze, a warrior’s spirit that intrigued you despite the grim circumstances. You felt a pull towards him, a flicker of curiosity igniting within your heart as you leaned forward, drawn to the sight of this fierce contender who seemed to embody both strength and a hint of defiance against the brutality surrounding him.